Dr. Blowhole: It is fitting that I returned to the very aqua theater where I performed tricks for the duller humans. Oh, how it made me bitter.

Private: Sorry. Did he say "bitter" or "better"?

Skipper: Hard to say; the sound really bounces around in here.

Kowalski: No, that would be the high ceilings.

Dr. Blowhole: My humiliation in the Ring of Fire became my inspiration. In the Frozen North, we've constructed a vast circle of certainly surprising devices that tap into the heat of the Earth's core. (four drill-like devices break through the ice, glowing)

Skipper: Oh, come on. (Dr. Blowhole zooms over to Skipper)

Dr. Blowhole: Do you mind?! I'm just getting to the good part! It's re-e-ealy quite a shocker.

Kowalski: I Like Peanuts, And I Like Butter. But I do not like Peanut Butter. [To the Camera] Weird!

Skipper: So we’re stuck with the stupid Kowalski, well maybe it’s a good thing. I mean we were all getting tired of his big high, fleeting words like recalcitrant, right? I mean, what is that? Recalcitrant. Do I like recalcitrant to you?

Private: I do feel bad for the old guy. He's wasted decades chasing an enemy that probably doesn't even exist. (the penguins glide on their stomachs back to the zoo; a telescope appears out of a bush and reveals an underground lair)

Red Squirrel: (pushing the record button on a tape recorder) Red Squirrel's log. Special Agent Rockgut has been dispos-sed of. (turns his chair around) Time to get to work. (laughs maniacally and leaps toward a metal door, but crashes into it) Stupid eye-patch.